Stigmata March Of The Saints
Shut your eyes for they will burn
The sun will spit its charring rays
Whike the hoards begin their march
Shut your ears; for their drums will burst
The shouts and screams of the multitudes, prepare
yourself
For the worst
Daylight will fade
Memories erased
Nothing remains
Fading to grey
More plagues to silence your suffering
March of the Gods – The March of the Saints
Shield your skin for it shall peel
See the hungry jackals come to tear you limb by limb
Burn the day, darkened light
Feed those thirst memories that come to haunt your life
Daylight will fade
Memories erased
Nothing remains
Fading to grey
More plagues to silence your suffering
March of the Gods – The March of the Saints
I will not be led astray again
I will not be led astray again
Come cast your shadow before me
Isn’t it flesh so unworthy?
Time and space have now betrayed me
Lost forever in a black hole reverie
